Decaying December.: Everlasting Magnanimity..
Decaying December.: The Grand Art of Thee.
Decaying December.: "Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky."
Decaying December.: Some trees are quiet...
Decaying December.: “If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.”
Decaying December.: There's a beauty in the shadows of silence..
Decaying December.: Embrace the dreams of an old tree..
Decaying December.: Let's heal their buried wounds..
Decaying December.: From trees come the immaculate visions of another world..
Decaying December.: When a tree quietly beholds its own Art